When you suck at writing and you try to do something write. AHAHAHA. So, so funny Elli. You made a pun. Now everybody hates you. Great job, terrific actually. Now just hobble away in your corner and continue writing horrible Fanfiction. Just put the damned Disclaimer already.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own character and thoughts. Everyone else is free of my grasps.
Warning: I cuss. I cuss a lot. I have a demented head, I like to put my character through emotional and physical hell. So uhm I dunno what's to come in here, but if you're a sweet cinnamon roll or can't handle sensitive topics (i.e. self-harm, murder, abuse, etc.) you proooobably should not read. Don't want any sweeties triggered at all.
Word count: 3109
Love count: over 8000 *hands up for people that know what it actually is*
I gazed at the brick on the ceiling. There were exactly 234 bricks making up the contents on my particular ceiling. Then 1353 bricks making up the entire room including the ceiling and floor. The room was cold and damp, but I had grown used to it. I remember the first time I ever set foot in this room. It's really the only memory that actually means something at this point. The bombing, the screaming, the fire. It was such a blur until something had wrapped around my throat and couldn't breathe. I had thought I was dying. In a way I was, seeing the hell I had been placed in. I had overheard them talking once, and figured out exactly why I was here.
I had heard of them, the criminals. They kidnapped high class figures' children all while assassinating their wealthy parents. Only generals, distant royalty, and village suppliers. People with power within the countries. No one knew why they didn't just kill the children, but now I did. I was the last one left, in fact. My eyes carried down to the countless scars. It was because they were creating a demon, and I just happened to be one. Mentally, I had already adapted a semi-morbid thought pattern due to my father's fascination with carnage. When he was ashes and I was swept away, my thoughts had become erratic. My father's influence of uncensored bloody imagery and temper of a bull, mixed with the torture I had experienced in this room. It was hard to find anything in my soul.
They had unlocked my door years ago. When it became apparent I was the one they needed. They risked the chance of me making a run for it. After all, I had long become a slightly fordable opponent. I just didn't see the point of it. What did the world offer me? This place is the only thing I understood fully. I only roamed when they would summon me out, but never did I step foot outside. Frankly, it scared me. Funny coming from the girl that once murdered one of the rebels when he accidently disturbed her sleep for no reason. I had never been outside except from blurry memories, though. I really don't even remember what most of the outside things truly looked like. Of course the Boss had provided me with many books, and my own collective memory from a distant childhood. I still just never could put the direct feeling of the things together.
My door slammed open. I didn't even bother looking. Whoever it was, I really didn't care. Everyone in this place had by long realized that I was harmless until you were idiotic. Just don't bother me for no reason and I won't kill you, "The Boss wants your presence" I let out a heavy sigh and flopped over. Looked the rookie directly in the eyes, "And for what?"
"Uhm I don't- I don't know ma'am" I had never seen this guy here before. He must be quite new.
"Alright. Leave before I kill you" I muttered. He did as he was told immediately, leaving the door wide open. I raised an eyebrow in annoyance, but decided it wasn't even worth it. I lifted myself off the floor, it was stained with so much blood it was hard to distinguish whether the floor was brown or grey. A lot of it was mine, rather than my victim's. I don't prefer flashy deaths that make so much of a mess. I made my way out the door the bumbling idiot forgot to close. Me, being the actual proper organism, closed it behind me. I went on my way through the confusing and twisting paths in this complex. The Boss' office is where I think it was purposely made to be the furthest place from my cell. Just to spite my existence.
The area around me was all the same. Grey, a brown wood door every few turns. The kitchen, leisure area, library, and other general areas all in one busy place. I avoided that place almost as must as I avoid the outside. Luckily, with my knowledge and smarts, I arrived at the Boss' office without seeing anyone. His door was quite different from any other. It had gold and silver and its own entire corridor. I opened the shiny door with no warning. The Boss was behind his desk, a man opposite of him in a lush chair. The Boss looked up, pleased, "Oh why hello Subject" his toothy grin had always disturbed me. All I could think of is when those sharp teeth ripped my flesh off over and over until I almost bled to death. The scars could confirm my fear.
"Boss" I bowed and looked at the stranger. Somehow he gave an even creepier aura. Just about white skin, long black hair. His eyes reminded me of snakes. He reminded me of snakes. He chuckled and looked me up and down. Those eyes. Their golden glow just made me feel as if I were prey. He finally spoke up, "Yes, I believe she will do well. What is her name?"
The Boss shrugged, "I never gave her one. No one has, she's just been a lost cause more or less. Just here because she survived the experiments. We have no use for something lost that we can't find a use for. So I give her to you, Orochimaru-sama" I narrowed my eyes in spite. I hated feeling so useless, I couldn't even remember my real name. Then again part of me just can't find itself to care about such minimal issues. The only real issue here was if I was going to go away with this Snake I was going to have to leave. I was going to have to go outside.
"I'll find a use, come Kagome" He addressed me. Lost. He honestly, truthfully named me fucking lost girl. I simply nodded with a scowl on my face. He led me out, "Pleasure doing business with you Sarachi" He and I twisted around hallways. He always kept an extra eye on me the entire time, as if he were absolutely certain I was going to flee. What did he take me for? Some idiot, apparently. My fear can't control my actions. I've been on the verge of death too many times to act ignorantly according to fear.
We got to the grey doors. The ones that were sealed from the outside. I avoided the area even more than people. He opened it. The cold burned at my exposed skin. The only thing I had been able to wear here was a white wrap to cover my chest and white shorts. Only cleaned when I got blood on them. I've spent hours almost close to frostbite in this building, but it never made me used to the splitting pain it caused. I never felt the actual elements on my skin since years. And this, this was far different from a -40°F room. Not exactly anywhere worse. It felt awkward and unnatural when ironically it was me who was just that to the rest of the world. This fact is what led me to pause just outside the door. I have never been out here in so long. Ever. This is what it's like. This is where I am. Outside of my confines. Outside of my 1353 brick room.
A tan cloak draped over my shoulders and I snapped out of my momentary epiphany, "Sarachi has told me that you haven't been exposed to the elements much, you'll get something better than that once we get to where you're going. I don't want to waste my time on a weak little thing that will die in twenty minutes because of simple mountain air" His words irritated me. I wouldn't die, of course, what he said was supposed to undermine me. He's establishing that he makes the rules, "When have they last fed you?"
"44 hours ago. They feed me two pieces of fruit or plants every 48 hours. We won't have to stop for food for me. In 4 hours I will collect Dragon Root. I know it grows in abundance in this climate and we won't get down the mountain for some time" My voice was monotone. I knew this wasn't a normal diet. The first 6 months or so were the hardest, my stomach damn near ate itself and my head spun. But soon my stomach began to prepare itself for its minimal diet and I stopped getting dizzy or sick. The Boss had told me that if I was strength oriented I would have gotten more food, but I was as weak as a twig. I was fast, however. 4'7 and 75 lbs, I could almost break and barely carry anything. However, I was fast. Overwhelmingly so. I only stayed alive my using intelligence and speed. Needles and poisons were my forte. Easily hidden and light. Exactly what I needed.
We didn't talk for the trip down. Exactly four hours later we were at the base of the mountain and I just finished my Dragon Root. I saw a figure in the distance at a bridge after he had been carrying me about 50 minutes. My defenses were automatically raised. Right at the bridge he stopped and set me down. I eyed the man on the bridge, him eying me in return, "Calm down, Kagome, that's Kabuto. He's going to take you the rest of the way. I have more important things to attend to" I turned to protest, but the snake was gone. I cursed and walked towards Kabuto. He looked overwhelmingly annoyed. He looked like a complete ass, "Hello" I greeted as I approached him.
"Shut up or I'll kill you" His words were way too similar to mine. I hated this man. No doubt in the world. Hated, yes hated. I would kill him before he even knew what demon he was messing with. He would burn in hell for the rest of his- he had started walking away. Before I could even finish my thoughts. The nerve on this guy. I grouchily trotted after him for a few more miles' and hours until he broke our silence, "You're way too small, I thought he said you were ten, you look like you're eight. I can practically see each individual rib, they'd be very easy to break"
"They are, they've been broken more times that I can count. They're brittle, but they won't break as long as I'm never hit" I stated blandly while taking in the different sights that opposed the mountains. The grass, trees, and dirt. They sparkled in the glowing light of midday. It looked so much better now than it did when I had left with Orochimaru in the dead night.
"So you work on speed, don't you? And you must not be very powerful in Taijutsu"
"You're right, focusing on it wouldn't be very beneficial to my body type. All it would do is harm more than help if I focused too much on it. My chakra is very stable all while having amazing mass, so ninjutsu and genjutsu are my strong suits. I know enough Taijutsu to be able to defend myself if I got caught, but I'm not very immersed in it. If I was up against someone faster than me that specialized in Taijutsu I wouldn't come out alive" I explained, happy that someone was curious. No one back at the compound cared. Even though each step was an entirely terrifying experience, this place seemed so much better.
"What would you do if you were hit? You'd die, or at least be incapacitated. It would be the end, it's far too big of a weakness for anyone." His face wasn't annoyed or irritated as it was earlier, it was complexed. As if he were trying to figure out a riddle or an intense math problem.
"Yeah" I shrugged.
My nonchalance must have startled him because he paused, "You're not afraid?"
"Not really, so what if I die? So what if I can never move again? I'm a practically useless human being. I have no family, friends, or life. With no motivation it kind of just becomes useless. So if I get hit I get hit and I die and that's it. I have no one to miss me or care and I don't care myself" He seemed so confused as if he couldn't comprehend my thought process, "Listen, you need to people to care about you if you intend to care about life. My mother died giving birth and my father was a drunk and merciless murderer, then he was killed and I was kidnapped, tortured, and experimented on. I was trained to learn that no one cared about me and in return I care about no one or myself:
"That's cynical" Those were the last words he spoke to me most of the trip. The next few days we travelled and it got warmer as we got towards Fire Country. He explained that I was to pose as a contestant in the biannual Chunin exam next year. First, I needed to be registered as an academy student and gain the name as a Genin then enter with my teammates. He didn't explain why he needed me, and frankly, I didn't care. At least it was something to cure the boredom. I thought about maybe just stabbing myself when I got there, so lovely, I know. It was just so hard to live for nothing, even if I had this vague mission to take part in. It didn't seem very fulfilling.
I strayed from those thoughts and took in more of the sights, smells, feelings, and sounds. I heard birds, smelled fresh flowers, saw the wind gently swaying the trees around the path we were on, and I felt the refreshing warmth from the sun. It burned a little bit, but it felt good nonetheless. Kabuto seemed to be in his own space, as he had been for most of the trip. He was so quiet when enveloped in his mind. I liked it. It was as refreshing as all these new things I was experiencing.
Soon enough, I was at the front gates of the biggest place I'd ever seen. It was absolutely terrifying. Kabuto replaced his indifferent expression with one big smile as we approached the two men patrolling the gate. One with his hair brushed over one eye and his hitai-ate on a cap. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at me for a second before greeting Kabuto. The second was a tall one with a bandage over his nose and crazy hair in my opinion. He didn't seem as critical of my presence, but I could feel wary eyes on me, "Izumo-senpai, Kotetsu-senpai. Good Morning" Kabuto's voice was so sickly sweet. This fake bastard, no one suspected him. Yet they seemed overly wary of the 137 cm girl that can barely lift a cup of water. Fascinating.
"Kabuto-kun" The one I presumed was Izumo said, "Who is this?"
Kabuto let out a small, light hearted chuckle and responded, "This is Kagome Tai. And she is the academy's brand new student. I was sent on a simple retrieval mission, my team should have come back a few hours before us. Kagome was found out by Hokage-sama himself"
Izuma glanced at Kotetsu and he went behind the little booth they had and looked at was probably the log for who's been in and out. He nodded, "It checks out. Hokage-sama is expecting a Kagome Tai and Kabuto's team did check in earlier. They're good" Izuma eyed me for second but then smiled and nodded, "Alright, welcome to Konoha, Kagome" Kabuto and I continued on. He was such a dirty player, it bothered me.
"Kagome, your story is almost exactly the same as what actually happened. You were kidnapped by those criminals and trained and tortured brutally all your childhood until the leaf finally busted them. One ninja spoke to The Hokage about you, telling him that you would be a good recruitment for the academy, seeing as you didn't have anywhere to go. My team was sent to retrieve you from the wreckage. Now you're signing up for citizenship and a spot at the academy. Be cute and helpless, it will help sell it and you'll automatically become a favorite" Kabuto was fast in his voice and his speed. He obviously wanted to get this over with. Prick. I was small, but I'd kick his little nerd ass.
Konoha was scary, honestly. It was loud and bright. Almost a direct opposite of my previous position. It was so busy. Everyone seemed to have their own agenda and nothing really distracted them. I really wouldn't fit in, I liked my solitude. This place was also so large. Far bigger than the compound, I was wondering how I would ever know where I'm going. It would be so easy to get lost. I sighed, my feet hurt, my head buzzed, my heart raced. All I wanted to do was stop and rest for a moment. My legs felt like they would give out. My stomach started to churn. I had no idea what was wrong I felt so weak. So sleepy. My thoughts were so clouded.
"…Kagome!" I snapped out of my daze and looked at Kabuto. His face was scornfully. He looked me over and put a hand on my forehead. A sigh escaped from his throat, "Please don't tell me you have a fever. God damn it. Come on we're here, just a few more steps and I'll drop you off with Hokage-sama" I simply nodded as I started to ascend the stairs. With every step my legs felt like lead, why was I feeling so horrible? I suddenly felt myself being lifted. Kabuto had taken me over his shoulder, "You're going too slow" We were up the stairs in a flash, before I could even recognize I had moved. I made eye contact with a surprised receptionist. Kabuto quickly explained his purpose and she waved him towards the office.
He opened the door slowly. The Hokage's wrinkly face peered above a sizable stack of paperwork. I was let down, and not too gently, I might add. It just made my horrible feeling grow. I retched, but nothing came out. Everything was a spinning, blurred mess. My head did that think. It had done it so many times when the Boss had struck me there. I faded out and then just… nothing.
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